19.9.10

Street Art Disambiguation 18.9.10

Yesterday, Mira invited me to join him and his new girlfriend, Eva, to a street art workshop. I don’t know why, but I associate street art with spray paint and graffiti, legal or otherwise. Of course trying to confine a term as broad as art is a fool’s task, and yesterday showed me the folly of my ways.

The workshop was about expressing yourself and getting the emotion out without caring about how others saw it. While I appreciate the lesson, I can certainly still use some work. To tease some ideas out, the team running the workshop asked us four different questions about how we were feeling and such. My answer to a question I have since forgotten was “out of my element” and “lost in a foreign land.”  My first attempt was to represent earth, wind, fire and water in simple glyphs, but I couldn’t find any that I liked for fire and earth so I tried the lost in a foreign land part of my answer. I decided a compass with a question mark as the axis would suit my needs. Unfortunately, the idea never came to fruition because I couldn’t manipulate the material we were using for the stamps properly and so a lot of my design was lost. I also reversed everything properly except for the question mark for the stamp, which was frustrating. In the end, I wasn’t thrilled with my design and kicked myself for trying to add too much detail even after I had started the exercise by telling myself to keep it simple.

Mira and Eva had significantly more success however and their designs turned out really cool. Mira had a dancing man over flames (I don’t think he followed his answers to the questions) and Eva had a treble clef and music notes.

A few other fun details about this day trip and an explanation. The artist who ran the workshop came from Brno, the largest city in Moravia, and looked eerily like my neighbor, Pavel. Maybe it’s just me, but the bear and facial structure were just so similar. I tried to take a photo of him when I realized who he reminded me of, but I never got the straight on picture I was looking for. Now, for the explanation: the reason I felt so lost and out of my element at the art workshop is not because I don’t know my way around an art room, but because the workshop was held at one of Prague’s oldest mental institutions. Apparently the institution hosts a fair for the public during which they have live music, little stands of craft goods and workshops. Mira conveniently forgot to tell me where the workshop was. Maybe if he had, I would have figured out that we wouldn’t be spray-painting. Oh well, live and learn.

I probably would have thoroughly enjoyed the experience had I not forgotten my sweatshirt at home or had some food in my stomach. Just one or the other would have improved my demeanor significantly, but instead, by the end of the workshop I was shivering and hungry, never a good combination for me.

In the end though, I’ll look back on this Saturday with fond memories. I explored Prague with Mira. Discovered a few things about myself. I got a new roommate (Drew seems really nice and hopefully I’ll see him a bit more than Red). I broke the fast with Devin over some very tasty and cheap Vietnamese while watching the Badgers game. And I wrapped up the night with a little welcome to Slezska get together for Drew before dancing the night away at a club nearby. 

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